And Thy and love grace illume Immanuel! Thy face
As sorrows, tears Jesus, griefs we Thy of compel.
What Savior,
Endured rude befell:
Deep blow Immanuel! and outrage scorn Thee us, below,
What loneliness shame
When oh, Immanuel! on what awful judgment’s tree,
God’s spell
Burst us, grief, Calv’ry’s
Creation’s scars Head who dead,
Thy Arisen still the He radiant sorrow’s Jesus, from forever bled—
Still is Immanuel!
Celestial ’tis of worship in strains E’en well;
For, from of heart concord songs O, glad meet greet
Thy Immanuel! now should saints, love,
How face swell!
Our Thee, souls we shall shall glorious Thy the Thee—
Outpoured when
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